I tire of dwelling
In the castle of empty shells
Surrounded by husks
Of nobles once were
Tapestries of stories far told
Torn to the tassels
In silence filled hallways
Where footsteps once flourished
Left behind are the drips
Of lingering wax
When candles did melt
Into passion filled nights
No longer do voices visit
These desolate walls
That trapped the whines
Of those who never leave
Paranoia sweeps the spaces
Where life did nestle
Til not a sane person
Could thrive or shelter
Yet I drift
Past faces of old
Alone
Void of ember of reason
Remembrance seems only for me
And none others know
Of their life that once was
Only gazing upon futures unknown
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:54 PM UTC
I tire of dwelling
In the castle of empty shells
Surrounded by husks
Of nobles once were
Tapestries of stories far told
Torn to the tassels
In silence filled hallways
Where footsteps once flourished
Left behind are the drips
Of lingering wax
When candles did melt
Into passion filled nights
No longer do voices visit
These desolate walls
That trapped the whines
Of those who never leave
Paranoia sweeps the spaces
Where life did nestle
Til not a sane person
Could thrive or shelter
Yet I drift
Past faces of old
Alone
Void of ember of reason
Remembrance seems only for me
And none others know
Of their life that once was
Only gazing upon futures unknown
